the orient express

This is most bizarre, I do not have my claws, nor anything else. Yet... I feel... I cannot describe it, electrocharged would be the best way to put it, but not at the same time.

What the hell is going on now! I have gigantic metal claws! How does this happen to a person? I go to bed perfectly fine and now I've managed to shred my sheets. What insanity is this?

[Filtered to all doctors]

i need to discuss a rather private matter with one of you. immediately.

[Filtered to all downworlders; vampires, werewolves, faeries, witches, wizards, warlocks, ghosts... and demons.]

as much as it loathes me to speak to any of you, i am sure one of you has the resources or abilities to obtain a substance for me. your reward will be that i won't kill you and that is a gift if you ever had one. i am willing to bargain.

I don't understand this.

I find the gym adequate. Though the soft parts would not withstand pummeling with claws.

I am at one hundred percent. My senses have returned, with my healing factor.

Thank you Bruce, and Anna for your aid when I was not.

I may be in need of a doctor. My healing factor is really slow, my senses have dulled...

Something is quite wrong.

I took out one nest. I do not know now many stings I took. (there is a pause for labored breathing) The affects began to take hold half a minute ago--

(there is some rustling heard before they settled once more) We are not completely immune, the...(there's a little static that muffles some words) it stinks. I am attempting to remove the stingers. It is a difficult task--(the post just seems to end, almost as if it were cut off)

Emma is here. I do not like it one bit

This train became a lot less tolerable.

I feel like an insect.

The reactions mentioned are like pheromones, passed between insects and animals. Humans sense them between each other too, but on a lesser scale.

[Logan]
I was in a room that... it is hard to explain, but I received information about the woman within that I had not known. Her name among other things. I simply knew she had stolen the Hope Diamond and replaced it without her telling me so.

With the extensive information I carry about you and other mutants on board, I must know if you trust a woman named Parker. Or if I must silence her I do not know what information she received from me.

I need farther instruction.

[Rogue]

You do not know me, but I am X-23 Laura. Logan trusts you, and has asked me to watch over you. So I offer any aid that you may need.

Is there anyone here capable with a sword?

I'm feeling... confined. I will go look for living, healthy animals to bring back to the train.

Does anyone want go come along?

Just wanted to let you know a friend of mine from home showed up a couple days ago. Her name's Rogue. She'll be pretty easy to spot; she's got some white streaks in her hair.

Just wanted to ask you guys to keep an eye out for her if I ever can't. She's very important to me. She means a lo I promised I'd keep her safe, at home, and I want to keep her safe here, too.

I... smell death. A lot of death. More than was on the train when I first got here.

It's very... ripe.

[Dalek]

Stay on the train please. I do not like this. I will contact you when I am sure everything is safe.

[Logan]

I do not trust this place. There is far to much death.

Oh dear lord you've got to be kidding me.

I suppose the syringes have nothing to do with this, do they?

We should

If anyone's interested in a sort of patrol, I'd suggest we all keep an eye on the windows. If anyone has suggestions for the observation car, I'm all ears. I can only im

( Private to Laura and Dalek )

You do not yet know me. Nor will you for another three years if we are from the same time line. You smell the same, yet younger, so it is hard for me to know the truth.

That is neither here nor there.

I am Weapon X-23 Laura. And I was created with a damaged strand of your DNA, taken when you were part of the Weapon X program. I will not tell you more, as I also know you do not remember a great deal of your life, unless you wish to know it.

The reason I contact you now is... I need guidance. With both the confusing hallucination I had, and someone in it. You are the one of the few people I trust, as you would never use me for my intended purpose.

Clothes were easy enough to find. Shoes that fit present a problem. When did people stop having them made for themselves?

I am trying to help someone learn to use... things he had never had before. But being female there are a few things I do not know how to do.

I am inquiring for help from the male inhabitants of the train.

So I have intentions of exploring New York, but I don't know if I'm going to like the results. I really should though, see if this is my stop or not. Anyone wann--

I'm going to stop there, it's one of those rare things... a 'stupid' question.